A Blood Disaster?

'Huh?!'

The little bun dropped the grape in his hand, and it rolled a few times on the ground. His mouth was wide open as he stared at Feng Yili, stunned.

"What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied that I'm your father?" Feng Yili asked quietly as he looked at the little bun.

"No, no, I'm very satisfied. B-but, but…"

The little bun's expression was very complicated. He stole a glance at Feng Yili from the corners of his eyes before he asked in a low voice, "Are you sure that I'm your son? Don't you need to confirm it? For example, a blood test…"

"You even know about blood tests?" Feng Yili patted the little bun's head. After a while, he said, "There's no need for that. Apart from the fact that you're my son, the King of Xinan's Residence has nothing else to hide from me…"